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The Citadel of Camelot, Monday, Some Time
Mar. 25th, 2013 06:59 pmThe past 24 hours had been impossible. Terrifying. Horrible. First there had been Morgause, the female knight. Then the promise of seeing his mother. Then Ygraine, his mother, beautiful and sad, so close--
And then he had found out his father had murdered her. Using magic. Impregnating her with magic. Making him... what did that made him? He did not know.
Now, standing at the entrance to the throne room, his sword still in his hand, his father a broken thing of a man - not physically, no, because Arthur had been dissuaded from giving him the death he so richly deserved. But in every other way possible.
"I denounce you," he spat. "And I will free Camelot from your tyranny. But today, you may live. Know that you owe your thanks to a sorcerer."
And then he turned to his three friends, his jaw set.
[[ for Merlin, Francine and Katchoo. This is our last post with these kids. Waaah. ]]
And then he had found out his father had murdered her. Using magic. Impregnating her with magic. Making him... what did that made him? He did not know.
Now, standing at the entrance to the throne room, his sword still in his hand, his father a broken thing of a man - not physically, no, because Arthur had been dissuaded from giving him the death he so richly deserved. But in every other way possible.
"I denounce you," he spat. "And I will free Camelot from your tyranny. But today, you may live. Know that you owe your thanks to a sorcerer."
And then he turned to his three friends, his jaw set.
[[ for Merlin, Francine and Katchoo. This is our last post with these kids. Waaah. ]]
